"Uh... Mother, I'm sorry, I originally wanted to make you happy, but today, I didn't expect that this poem reminds you of those past events and arouses your sadness. I'm sorry."

"Silly child, it's not your fault. It's what Ai family thought of. It's not your fault. This poem is nothing. Last year, you wrote two poems on the birthday of Ai family."

"I saw Naihe on the road of the underworld. I sighed at the bridge of Naihe, and the three lives are carved by the Forget River. The three lives are recorded on the stone of the Three Lives. Every year, every year, every year. The flowers on the other side are blooming, and the flowers bloom on the other side!"

"The red candle tears, the drizzle falls, the lights are dim, who is obsessed with. The residual thoughts fade away, the strong drunkenness, the night is slightly blue, and I can only dream back. The eyes are charming, the partridges are tired, the mandarin ducks are brocade quilts, leaving the aftertaste. The soil is rolled up, the tombs are built, life and death are meaningless, and we will follow each other forever."

"The Ai family is the one who sees what he wants on the road to the underworld. The Ai family is the one who cares about the next life. In this life, the Ai family pursues their own happiness, but happiness is very far away from the Ai family. Sometimes, the Ai family thinks that the obsession in this life may be a mistake, but, just like what you wrote in your lyrics, love and hate is in an instant, raising a glass to the moon and affectionately like the sky, love and hate are all over the place, and ask when will you fall in love! Even though you know that the love of the former emperor does not belong to the Ai family, you are obsessed with it without any regrets!"

"Mother, don't think too much. You and the old emperor can only say that they are destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined. In fact, the things of love are very subtle. Look, the emperor and Sicheng used to like the emperor. When Sicheng chased him, the emperor did not have that kind of intention. Now, the emperor has a heart but Sicheng doesn't love it anymore. This is fate but no separation, fate is met, and no part to be together. Look at the emperor's brother and sister-in-law. They are obviously two people who have no intersection, but they have reached the end. In fact, there is no so-called love and no love, hate and no hatred. Fate is sometimes like this. Don't think about it, don't go to the stall, it's good."

"Shishi, how good it would be if you were the daughter of the Ai family. The Ai family would have less worries. You have so many ideas for a day. However, Shishi, the Ai family doesn't like the song of Haoer very much. You can modify it. The lyrics are well written, but the song is still unsatisfactory compared to other ones."

Xuanyuan Hao was a little embarrassed after listening to it. Wei Shi explained, "Mother, it was actually Xuanyuan Hao who sang it badly. That song was not like this. Listen to me, I sing it for you."

"Lanting calligraphy is like running clouds and flowing water, the door is pushed under the moon, the meticulous heart is as broken as your footsteps, busy. A thousand-year-old monument is easy to retweet, but it is difficult to retweet your beauty, the original works are truly outstanding. Who can I give you? The shepherd's flute blows horizontally. How many plates of rice wine and side dishes are there? The afterglow of the setting sun is like your shyness, and the copy is easy to write. The fragrance of ink does not fade, and the afterglow of you will leave the aftertaste with you. Who does a line of cinnabar have? Who does it have? I have nothing to do with the wind and moon. I have the preface to you. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed

The city is in an instant, the bluestone street, and you look back and smile, you are graceful, you hate, you shook your head and sigh, who made you frown, and the deep boudoir only has the smell of rouge, the geese fly south, turn around and glance at you with tears, scoop up a handful of memories, how can you sleep in your hand, how can you regret it? My thoughts are sewn with embroidered shoes, needles and needles, and if flowers and butterflies, you will blame who you will complain, it has nothing to do with the wind and moon, and I will wait for you to reply, and the pen is unique. The waves on the shore are stacked, and the words of love are not correct, but I lack your life's understanding, it has nothing to do with the wind and moon. I'll wait for you to reply, and my handwriting is clear, and I'm sorry, I'm afraid of right and wrong in the world, rain hits banana leaves, and I'll be happy for a few nights, and I'll be waiting for spring thunder to remind you who you love!" "Uh... Mother, I'm sorry, I originally wanted to make you happy, today, I didn't expect that this poem reminds you of those past events and arouses your sad things, I'm sorry."

"Silly child, it's not your fault. It's what Ai family thought of. It's not your fault. This poem is nothing. Last year, you wrote two poems on the birthday of Ai family."

"I saw Naihe on the road of the underworld. I sighed at the bridge of Naihe, and the three lives are carved by the Forget River. The three lives are recorded on the stone of the Three Lives. Every year, every year, every year. The flowers on the other side are blooming, and the flowers bloom on the other side!"

"The red candle tears, the drizzle falls, the lights are dim, who is obsessed with. The residual thoughts fade away, the strong drunkenness, the night is slightly blue, and I can only dream back. The eyes are charming, the partridges are tired, the mandarin ducks are brocade quilts, leaving the aftertaste. The soil is rolled up, the tombs are built, life and death are meaningless, and we will follow each other forever."

"The Ai family is the one who sees what he wants on the road to the underworld. The Ai family is the one who cares about the next life. In this life, the Ai family pursues their own happiness, but happiness is very far away from the Ai family. Sometimes, the Ai family thinks that the obsession in this life may be a mistake, but, just like what you wrote in your lyrics, love and hate is in an instant, raising a glass to the moon and affectionately like the sky, love and hate are all over the place, and ask when will you fall in love! Even though you know that the love of the former emperor does not belong to the Ai family, you are obsessed with it without any regrets!"

"Mother, don't think too much. You and the old emperor can only say that they are destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined to be destined. In fact, the things of love are very subtle. Look, the emperor and Sicheng used to like the emperor. When Sicheng chased him, the emperor did not have that kind of intention. Now, the emperor has a heart but Sicheng doesn't love it anymore. This is fate but no separation, fate is met, and no part to be together. Look at the emperor's brother and sister-in-law. They are obviously two people who have no intersection, but they have reached the end. In fact, there is no so-called love and no love, hate and no hatred. Fate is sometimes like this. Don't think about it, don't go to the stall, it's good."

"Shishi, how good it would be if you were the daughter of the Ai family. The Ai family would have less worries. You have so many ideas for a day. However, Shishi, the Ai family doesn't like the song of Haoer very much. You can modify it. The lyrics are well written, but the song is still unsatisfactory compared to other ones."

Xuanyuan Hao was a little embarrassed after listening to it. Wei Shi explained, "Mother, it was actually Xuanyuan Hao who sang it badly. That song was not like this. Listen to me, I sing it for you."

"Lanting calligraphy is like running clouds and flowing water, the door is pushed under the moon, the meticulous heart is as broken as your footsteps, busy. A thousand-year-old monument is easy to retweet, but it is difficult to retweet your beauty, the original works are truly outstanding. Who can I give you? The shepherd's flute blows horizontally. How many plates of rice wine and side dishes are there? The afterglow of the setting sun is like your shyness, and the copy is easy to write. The fragrance of ink does not fade, and the afterglow of you will leave the aftertaste with you. Who does a line of cinnabar have? Who does it have? I have nothing to do with the wind and moon. I have the preface to you. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is unique. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed. The hanging pen is superimposed
Chapter completed!